“The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get even less than you settled for.” — Maureen Dowd
It astounds me what people will settle for in a personal “relationship.” Blows my mind even further what great things they give up to hold on to so very little.
I’d say I’m the “great things” to which I refer, but since my heart really did turn into a paperweight at some point, my give-a-fuck-o-meter refuses to actually turn over and feel any amount of joy at this fact.
Dear men, we know everything on your mind … everything you’re up to … everything you’re even THINKING of doing before you ever do it.
But what makes it feel a little better, assuming we still felt the way we did, is seeing that you just didn’t manage to upgrade. 😀
God, I would have killed myself if she were beautiful or brilliant or classy or a combination thereof. I wouldn’t be this OK if it were any other way.
But if I lift the paperweight, I find that I really wish he’d find someone better. Not better than ME, mind you. Just … if you could see this through my eyes, you’d understand why I’m so friggin’ astounded.
Even if it isn’t me. I’m OK with that. I just know he can do so much better and it kills me to see him being happy with absolutely nothing. (At least, as far as I can tell from a copious amount of Facebook stalking. And, hell, knowing what I know.)
Maybe he sees something I don’t. Or maybe it’s time to take someone to the eye doctor. 😉
When I said yesterday about the car that no one will love it like I would have, but it’s time to let someone else try, I wasn’t talking about the car. And I certainly wasn’t talking about her. …